On the quiet street, a string of small footsteps came from a distance, and a figure with a bamboo basket on his back slowly appeared, and Ye Jinqing turned back for some reason.

Ye Jinqing walked in front of the Di man lying on the ground again, and the man was still unconscious.

Ye Jinqing took a piece of hemp rope that he found out of nowhere, tied the Di tribesman strongly, and then took out the cloth strips and medicine bags to bandage the Nadi people.

At first, Ye Jinqing really wanted to let this Di people fend for themselves, but after walking for a while, her heart became more and more uneasy.

Daddy once said that this person's worries are all due to thinking too much about everything, and being a man is actually very simple, as long as you can do things that can make you feel at ease.

She had seen too much death in this battle, and this man who was now lying on the ground and dying, even if he was from the Di tribe, she could not watch him die and remain indifferent.

Ye Jinqing looked at the Di people on the ground with a complicated expression.

"You're a funny little thing." A bright voice suddenly sounded behind Ye Jinqing.

"Who."

Ye Jinqing turned around in surprise, she didn't hear any sound, and the person was already standing behind her.

The first thing that imprinted into Ye Jinqing's eyes was a pair of delicate riding boots made of cowhide. It is said to be delicate because most of the Di soldiers' riding boots were hastily sewn with cowhide. But the pair of riding boots in front of him was decorated with some silver ornaments.

Ye Jinqing slowly moved his gaze upward, and saw a smiling face.

It was a young man's face, the young man bent his eyebrows and smiled, and he smiled at Ye Jinqing, and Ye Jinqing suddenly shuddered.

This laughing harmless teenager had a small string of blood splashing on his face, which made the boy a little more demonic.

The boy was not wearing heavy armor, but the clothes on his body were no longer recognizable in their original color, and had turned crimson.

On the young man's hanging right hand, he held a long sword, and there was no trace of blood on the blade, but it shone with a faint cold light.

"And who are you, little thing?" The young man smiled and bent down, leaned in front of Ye Jinqing and asked.

The moment the tip of the young man's nose touched the tip of Ye Jinqing's nose, Ye Jinqing felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be congealed.

Knowing that she had a warm and amiable little face in front of her, she seemed to feel a ghost holding a knife to her neck, and her teeth began to tremble.

"Huh." It seemed that Ye Jinqing's frightened expression pleased the young man in front of him, and the young man finally took a step back.

As soon as the young man pulled away, Ye Jinqing supported the ground with one hand, lowered his head, and breathed heavily.

The young man squatted in front of the injured Di tribe again, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and slowly cut a hole in the throat of the Di tribe little by little. Ye Jinqing's pupils also followed the opening, dilating little by little.

The young man's face was full of recognition, as if he was doing something very sacred. By the time the young man put away the sword in his hand, the Di tribesman had completely lost his life.

Ye Jinqing looked at all this in a daze, as if he was shocked.

"Ahh Ye Jinqing suddenly covered her mouth and looked behind the young man excitedly.

I saw that the sword that the young man was hanging suddenly crossed his chest, and the whole person bent to the side in an extremely distorted posture, and the sleeve arrow on his left hand also shot out at the same time.

The boy looked at the empty space behind him, and only his own hidden arrow was stuck in a pillar and buzzed.

The boy turned around, and sure enough, the little thing was gone.

"It's fun, it's getting fun. Ha ha. The boy suddenly burst out laughing, and it was even more strange against the backdrop of corpses all over the ground.

Ye Jinqing looked at the young man who was laughing in the sky not far away from the gap of a few bamboo vines, and his mood was extremely heavy.

As soon as the young man appeared, Ye Jinqing was already wondering if there was any place to hide around. When she found several big Teng Kuang scattered behind the broken car a few meters away, she decided to take a gamble.

Ye Jinqing didn't dare to stare at the young man for too long, she was afraid that the young man would be alert to find her hiding place. She buried her head in her lap and prayed to herself that the boy would leave soon.

The young man put away his laughter, took a step, and walked in the direction of Ye Jinqing.

Although Ye Jinqing couldn't see the sound and shadow of the young man, the footsteps that were getting closer and closer were like stepping on her heart.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down Ye Jinqing's forehead, slid down his face, and finally sank into the collar, causing a burst of itching.

The young man's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally almost exploded in Ye Jinqing's ears, and there was a broken board car between the two. Ye Jinqing closed her eyes hard, as if she couldn't bear such an invisible sense of oppression.

At this moment, an annoying bead of sweat slid down the bridge of Ye Jinqing's nose, trembling and hanging on the tip of his nose.

Don't fall, don't fall. Ye Jinqing shouted silently in his heart.

"Smack." Ye Jinqing saw beads of sweat dripping to the ground, and fine dust swirled up.

At this moment, Ye Jinqing only felt that there was only one voice left on this long street. Her mind was in a mess, Su Xuan, where are you?

In his ears, the footsteps of riding boots stepping on the stone road sounded again, getting farther and farther away, and he hid under Teng Kuang for a while before Ye Jinqing lifted Teng Kuang who was covering himself.

The empty streets, except for the corpses scattered all over the place, and a wounded soldier of the Great Yuan Kingdom with only a faint breath, the young man was like a dream.

Ye Jinqing patted the dust on his body, and wiped his face with his sleeve.

Along the way, Ye Jinqing's originally white face had already turned gray and red, and the original color could not be seen. With this wipe, the face hidden by dirt is a little clearer.

Ye Jinqing was still apprehensive about the other party's scene, and she didn't dare to go any deeper, so she decided to go around the periphery again to see if she could save a few more people.

Ye Jinqing stretched out his hand and wanted to take the bamboo basket on the ground, and just pulled the back rope of the bamboo basket with one hand and wanted to lift it up, but his hand was so shocked that he lost his strength.

Seeing that the back rope slipped out of her hand, the rough back rope grinded a red mark on Ye Jinqing's palm. After shaking on the ground a few times, the basket fell to the ground, and the contents were scattered all over the ground.

was shocked into this appearance, Ye Jinqing rubbed his soft and weak hands, and slowly began to pick up the medicine bags scattered around.

After the nearby medicine bags were all picked up, Ye Jinqing looked at the distance, rolled to the medicine bag on a street corner, put the back basket on his back, and walked over.

Holding the back basket on his body with one hand, he slowly bent down and stretched out his hand, just when Ye Jinqing was about to touch the small medicine bag, a pair of exquisite riding boots suddenly appeared next to the medicine bag, and the silver ornaments on it shook Ye Jinqing's eyes.

"You can help you."

It was obviously so unfamiliar, but it was a familiar voice that was deep in the bone marrow, Ye Jinqing's mind went blank, and he ran back in surprise. In a panic, she was thrown to the ground like a corpse lying on the ground.

"Little thing, you're stupid, look, you've scattered things all over the ground again."

Ye Jinqing lay on the ground, listening to the person behind her, she stupidly thought she had deceived him, it turned out that he had been watching his actions from the sidelines.

Looking at Ye Jinqing, who had been lying on the ground for a long time and had not moved, he would not fall this time, and this blessed little thing would die with a whimper.